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Gloomy is the sky,
Melancholic is the rain,
As it hits my window,
Its rhythm reminds my heart,
Of the warmth that never existed
YOU ARE READING
Journal of moods
PoetryButterflies don't dwell on a single flower like us humans who don't dwell on a single mood
